You see through my words
I speak to your pictures
You've seen the world
While I sit here
Well my old friend
How have you been?
The world's getting worse
Wait till it kicks in
If I don't fit
I'll camouflage to the wall
I'll be your mirage
I can be nothing at all
I'll be by your side
We'll harmonize our complaints
We talk like we're old
We never act our age
I have so much hate
Don't want to get into depth
I've got nothing left
Just my two cents
And everyday I break tired
Feel uninspired
It comes out incomplete
Well maybe one day, I'll paint my masterpiece
And stop feeling sad
When I seem boring
If I got some things to say
I can jot them in the morning
Got a few thoughts now
And they're stacking plenty
Been scared and stressed out
I've gone and missed my twenties
My banks been empty
I'm dying stretching weeks
Trying to ration meals
Barely getting any sleep
So I keep my t3s
For my t4s
Trying to keep away
All this bad credit score
If I don't speak
If I can't make the call
My phone's been disconnected
I hardly talk at all
You're saying that you look
The picture they paint of you
But everything they've drawn
Is just from their point of view
I know it isn't true
And you've grown to change
But you're trying not to forget
About where you came
I can't do the same
It hurts that you're behind
I've got a lot in my chest
Got a lot off my mind
All things said
We're moving on the course